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"Russell, go to your room and wait for me, you're getting a good spanking!!!!!!!".

Clad in tight black denim and clean white Jockey tee shirt, his soft glossy hair hanging
down to his shoulders, Russell blushed bright as he got up from the table to follow his stepfather's
orders.

Russell's older bro Danny smirked and his mom smiled broadly. Russell, the baby of the house
at 16 was going to get his bottom spanked, again.

"When you get to your room, take off those tight jeans, I don't want to have to fuck
with them."

This new order made Russell, who usually swaggered cockily, blush redder and affect an even
more naughty puppy dog demeanor as he slinked, head down and long soft mop of hair covering his face,
to his room to prepare for punishment.

At times like these Russell wished he had not worn his tight jeans. He could feel 3 pairs
of eyes rivetted on his cute denim covered moons, each pair of eyes with it's own agenda.

Danny, Russell's 18 year old brother who had a few spankings under his belt, was smirking.
He loved to hear and see, when he could, his little brother yelping as stepdad's big spanking
hand came down on his ass. There was something powerfull about his little brother, who thought
that he was one hot little dude, gradually losing his battle with his stepfather's hand and crying
like the well spanked baby baby boy that he really was.

Russell's denim encased young ass moons were also getting a lot of eye attention from mom.
Having raised Russell and his brother alone ups until 6 months before, she was thrilled that
her new husband Fred would not hesitate to take both teenagers in hand and apply a good hard
spanking to the tight seat of their birthday suits. His mom looked both lovingly and smilingly
at her baby's tight little buttocks as he slinked away, noticing the change in the boy's walk,
the way the boy's buttocks were not swinging like they did when Russell, filled with boyish
pride, walked down the street and the way his long hair hung down to cover his blushing little
boy face and the way her pridefull young hottie of a son nervously pooted a bit as he disappeared
into his bedroom.

Then there were the eyes of doom starring at his buttocks. Fred, Russell's new stepdad was
looking so sternly at his baby boy stepson's fanny that Russell could almost feel an impact
to his cute little hiney buns. The man was going to spank Russell's bottom and spank it good
and hard. Russell had been a bad boy and he would be punished with a traditional bottom warming,
applied good and hard to his, upspanked up to about 8 months ago, sweet teenaged bottom.

Russell closed the door to his bedroom.

Russell paced the floor nervously for a few minutes.

Red faced, Russell unzipped his tight jeans and peeled them down and off.

Russell stood, cute as a button, in his white tee shirt and skimpy leopard print bikini
briefs, his teen package filling the front and his cute pink young hiney rippling out the back
of the sexy garment.

Russell ran his fingers all over the seat of his skimpy briefs and started to blush anew.
The crack of his briefs was soaked with sweat which only meant 1 thing, a 'skink bottom', which his mom called it, much to the mortification of both Russell and Danny.

Russell, like his older sibling Danny, had somewhat resigned himself to the fact that he
was going to be spanked for naughtiness now that their new stepdad came on the scene. They
also knew that most spankings, unless circumstances denied it happening, would be on the bare
young bottom.

Whenever they had the time Russell and Danny would try to shower before a bare bottom spanking,
shampooing their pubic hair and scrubbing their hairy sweaty butt cracks so as to present stepdaddy,
who they down deep really respected for taking the time to spank their bottoms, with a clean smelling
young bottom to spank.

This time Russell had no time to shower so to add to the shame of getting his bare bottom spanked
he was going to present his stepdad with a 'stink bottom', a bottom that had spent a long hot
day rubbing it's cheeks together, encased in a pair of sexy tight bikini briefs and a tight
pair of bluejeans.

Fred would spank a bare boy bottom no matter what it smelt like. Having raised his own 2
sons with spankings he was used to sweaty young buttocks across his knee for naughty boy punishment.
However, Fred always thanked his 2 stepsons for washing their tight young bottoms before a
spanking if there was time for them to wash. Fred did not give a boy the time to clean his
tookus on purpose though and this was one of those times that Russell had no time to wash that
naughty bottom of his and he would still be spanked on his stinky boy hiney.

The door opened and Russell started to tremble.

Russell felt Fred's strong arm grip his arm with a touch that was stern but loving.

Russell felt the teeshirt come over and off and he was aware that his stepfather got a good
whiff of the sweat in his hairy underarms.

Feeling that hot mixture of shame and firm loving paternal control that he and his older
brother had craved for years, Russell felt himself being pulled along by his stepdad who sat down on
the bed and started to peel his leopard print bikini briefs down and off.

More burning naughty boy shame mixed with a feeling of loving boy/dad stuff, Russell steadied
himself by gripping Fred's shoulders with his hands as the man peeled down his briefs. Russell
noticed that when Fred bent over toward him, the man's mose rubbed in his sweaty pubic hair.

Just as the briefs descended below his genitals, Russell's nice sized teenaged weeney hit
Fred in the face.

The stern loving stepdad took it all in stride and a blushing sweating Russell was effortlessly
upended across Fred's lap, Russell looking up furtively over his shoulder through his long
hair at Fred's possible reaction at being confronted with such a sweaty young teenaged 'stink
bottom'.

Totally unconcerned with his stepson's boyish worries Fred pinned Russell's right arm to his
side, took aim and started to spank the tight young buttocks, with the fetid sweaty crease good and
hard.

Spank Whack "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, oww." Russel's worries over his 'stink bottom'
vanished as the big paternal hand came down hard on his firm young buttocks.

Spank Spank Spank Spank "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, owww, dad, oww."

How life changes. A few minutes before Russell was just another cocky teenaged boy brat
in tight jeans, teeshirt, skimpy bikini briefs and sneakers.

Spank Spank Whack Whap Whap "Oww, oww, daaaaaaaaaaaad, please."

Now Russell was naked as a pin and his cute little bare stink bottom was across his stepdad's
knees getting spanked and spanked soundly.

Whack Whack Whack "Ouch, yelp, dad, oww, yelp."

A while ago Russell was worried about presenting his stepdady with a sweaty 'stink bottom'
for punishment.

Whack Whack Whack Whack "Yelp, ouch, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, oww."

Now Russell, in his baby pink birthday suit, was kicking hie legs through the air making
his bottom cheeks rub together which of course created friction causing his bottom crack to
sweat even more and stepdaddy was treated to a bigger 'stink bottom' then when he started spanking
his youngest stepson.

Spank Spank Spank Spank "Owww, owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww."

Stepdaddy didn't care. In fact, the sweatier and stinkier his stepson got during a spanking
was an index that the boy was getting the most out of his punishment. To Fred, a yelping crying
sweating boy during a spanking was the proper reaction to a bottom warming. Fred spanked on.

Spank Spank Spank Whack Whack "Ouch, dad, sob, sob, sob."

Russell was no longer worried about his stinky ass either. He was kicking and crying his
teenaged ass off as his stepfather lit into his young hiney the way his young hiney should
have been lit into years ago, hard with stinging firery spanks that got the boy thrashing across
his stepdad's knee.

Spank Spank "Oww,owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, sob, sob." In fact, not only was Russell's
hiney crack getting more and more sweaty, thus stinkier and stinkier, his puckered baby pink
bottom hole was winking up, I mean stinking up at his stepdaddy as stepdad, totally unfazed
by the cute winking stinking boyish bung hole, continued his stepdad duties of spanking Russell's
buns long and hard.

Whack Whack Whack Spank "Oww, sob, sob." After a volley of punishment stingers to the
boyish thighs, insuring that the youngster would be squatting while going potty for at least
a week, Fred returned to the sweetly boyish fanny globes of his deliciously spankable young
stepson.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sob, sob." When Fred stopped spanking he let go of Russell's
right arm and the boy's body bent with head and legs up while he rubbed his can, which caused his ass
crack to open wide so that Fred noticed, through the sweaty matted crack hair, that Russell's
super pink bottom hole was the same color as his soundly spanked moons. Fred smiled as he eyed
the silky pink pucker which clenched and unclenched, looking boyishly pink and delicate.

"Ok son, stand in the corner for a while", Fred said as helped Russell up and
escorted the bare bottomed little spankee to a corner.

Russell was one well punished boy.

"Ok son?", Fred said as he hugged Russell.

"Yeah dad", the cute little teen answered through his tears.

"Wow, he sure got a hard spanking", Danny, smiling, said to his mom.

"Yeah, and maybe you're next?"

Whack "Oww, come on mom." Danny yelped and blushed as his mom smacked the seat
of his black basketball shorts.

"You ok, little brother?", Danny said as he hugged his little bro in the corner,
his strong arms kneading the tender flesh of his younger brother's firm upper back.

"Hey, this hair is pretty soft", Danny joked as he ran his fingers through his
little bro's hairy butt crack.

"Knock it off, Danny", Russell said, slightly pissed.

"Danny, get your ass out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!" A stern stepdad voice yelled from
the kitchen.

Russell looked back over his shoulder with a smirk as his 18 year old brother slinked out of his bedroom, his hands cupping his rounded buttocks in his basketball shorts as he headed
out to the kitchen to a fate worse than disaster and worried about how sweaty and skinky his deep teenaged buttcrack was.

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